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changedA single stroke of misfortune is a coincidence. A stack of those coincidences is a curse. For a long time, Craver has been called a cursed gun. At times it was the revolver of an outlaw who ruled the wilderness, at times it was the gun that shot allies in war, and at times it was a prized possession of an antique collector. Over the years, Craver changed hands many times. The thoughts of those who died because of Craver gathered and converged, creating Craver—who is one and all, all and one. "Those who owned that gun always met a grim end." "Once someone grips that gun, two people are bound to die." As if to prove those words, every owner of that gun was either killed by someone else, or chose death by their own hand. Now, Craver doesn't seem satisfied, as it is still searching for an owner. A strong human worthy of wielding it, someone who won't lose their mind to it. Today, too, Craver moves toward a place where malice and bloodlust boil. Will Craver find an owner to its liking on Lumia Island? Or, who knows. Finding an owner might just be an excuse, and it might just want to enjoy the slaughter.
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changedA single stroke of misfortune is a coincidence. A stack of those coincidences is a curse. For a long time, Craver has been called a cursed gun. At times it was the revolver of an outlaw who ruled the wilderness, at times it was the gun that shot allies in war, and at times it was a prized possession of an antique collector. Over the years, Craver changed hands many times. The thoughts of those who died because of Craver gathered and converged, creating Craver—who is one and all, all and one. "Those who owned that gun always met a grim end." "Once someone grips that gun, two people are bound to die." As if to prove those words, every owner of that gun was either killed by someone else, or chose death by their own hand. Now, Craver doesn't seem satisfied, as it is still searching for an owner. A strong human worthy of wielding it, someone who won't lose their mind to it. Today, too, Craver moves toward a place where malice and bloodlust boil. Will Craver find an owner to its liking on Lumia Island? Or, who knows. Finding an owner might just be an excuse, and it might just want to enjoy the slaughter.
A single stroke of misfortune is a coincidence. A stack of those coincidences is a curse. For a long time, Craver has been called a cursed gun. At times it was the revolver of an outlaw who ruled the wilderness, at times it was the gun that shot allies in war, and at times it was a prized possession of an antique collector. Over the years, Craver changed hands many times. The thoughts of those who died because of Craver gathered and converged, creating Craver—who is one and all, all and one. "Those who owned that gun always met a grim end." "Once someone grips that gun, two people are bound to die." As if to prove those words, every owner of that gun was either killed by someone else, or chose death by their own hand. Now, Craver doesn't seem satisfied, as it is still searching for an owner. A strong human worthy of wielding it, someone who won't lose their mind to it. Today, too, Craver moves toward a place where malice and bloodlust boil. Will Craver find an owner to its liking on Lumia Island? Or, who knows. Finding an owner might just be an excuse, and it might just want to enjoy the slaughter.
